Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.